A Poem by TTBoy

Eyes of a double-hung window

 look sheepishly upon the

dim light of the social worker

 who trods the streets of Manati

She carries a syringe for elevation

 and tells of its insulin forming

capabilities when questioned by


The eyes are propped open

 for her sake

Closing or falling shut would leave her

 vulnerable for outside is where she

wants to be

Needs to be

 Needing and craving whatever it is

  that will keep all eyes on her

And making her feel empty until full

 with trash and exposure

Her syringue waits for someone else to

fill it

 Nightly tirades of Russian Roulette

have exhausted her and her resources

If only the windows would stay shut

 maybe she could rest in peace

© 2010 TTBoy

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